After listening to the audience responses, it occurs to me that the only cure for what ails (most of) us is a long walk in someone else's shoes. I mean, what do I really know about what it's like to be black or Muslim or gay or transgendered, or aboriginal, or disabled, or poor, or homeless, or unemployed even, or chronically ill, or mentally ill, or dying of cancer, or stripped of my rights, or jailed, or wrongly accused, or pregnant and alone at 16, or abused, or a refugee, or a pariah, or an addict, or a war veteran.